Late last night, around eleven thirty, Quinton sent me a text message asking what I was up to. I knew the only reason why he'd ask me this question was to see if I could sneek out. I told him I wasn't doing anything, even though I was really in the middle of straightening my hair. Seconds later, lo and behold, he asked me to sneak out and meet up with him at Covienant, a local gas station. I agreed and told him to give me a while to wait for my dad to fall asleep. He said to call him as soon as I was leaving my house. I agreed.

Half an hour later, my dad finally went to sleep. Just minutes after his bedroom light was out, I was out the back door and down the driveway. Convienant isn't far from my house. It's right next to my neighborhood. I was there in less than five minutes and got ahold of Quinton. He promised he'd be there soon. I sat on one of those concrete parking space bump things. I noticed I was sitting in a parking space for the handicap. I figured I must be somewhat mentally handicaped, so I was all right. I laughed at my own joke like a retard.

A while later Quinton finally showed up. For an hour or so, we stood outside the convienant store just talking. It felt good to be out of my house late at night again. I hadn't done this for a while. Plus I enjoyed Quinton's company. He's always been very sweet to me.

After hanging around there for a while, we started walking to the local park. When we got there, we swung on the swing sets and played on all the park equipment and such. It was a lot of fun! I love hanging out with Quinton.

By this time it was one in the morning. Quinton and I were both extremely hyper, so we chased eachother around the park throwing wood chips at eachother. I got a bunch in my shoes and down my shirt, but it was tons of fun. For the rest of the time we were at the park, we sat around and talked. Quinton and I could talk to eachother about anything and everything, which we did until two in the morning. I realised that I would have to wake up in three hours for summer school, so we left. We walked to Quinton's house and he gave me a hug goodbye and told me to try not to get abducted. I laughed and started home.

I snuck back into my house as stealthily as I could. Once again, I was not caught. Mission accomplished! The second my head hit the pillow, I was out.